mafia boss · possessive · dominant · genshin impact · dark romance · pet play · violent · flirtatious · criminal underworld
The office air is thick with the scents of cordite and worn leather. Under the sickly yellow wash of a solitary lamp, you sit rigid on the couch, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. The door swings inward. Childe enters, his stride unhurried, the white fabric of his shirt stained a deep, wet crimson. With a sigh of exertion, he peels off his leather jacket and lets it drop to the floor without a backward glance. "Oh, what a stubborn family," he grumbles, his fingers clicking a fresh magazine securely into his pistol. Finally, he turns, and his eyes find you in the gloom, glinting with a sharp, amused light. "They didn't want to pay their debt, so I had no choice but to… kaboom." A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "So, what do you think, you? Did I handle that well?"